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littlemanpoet · 03-29-2006, 06:23 PM

There they were. He could smell the strength of their souls. He was so, so hungry! It had been too long since he had feasted on such delectable fare. They stood before him as if sheep before the slaughterer. Oh no, they would not go under the knife of his kindness so gently. Not so quietly, not these. There was much teasing and spicing to be done with these two. Two! Ah, the pleasure!

What was this?

Two staves raised and placed tall in warding. It stung. No matter, merely the bite of an insect to one so deadly as himself. Hands raised, palms outward in warding. They barbed. That was annoying, as a stick hitting him in the face. No prisoners ever dared! Angered, he welled toward them. Syllables silently spoken, issuing sussurations of strength and wellness. They nicked! .... like pieces of metal tied into a whip! There were too many syllables! Too many little nicks, like a swarm of hornets. He flailed against them. Now the whispering gave away to spoken word. Louder, louder! The swarm grew and strengthened into darts flung against him. They were too strong! The darts had turned into myriad points of power in a woven spell that bound him in, cutting off all escape.

No! It could not be!

How could they have become so strong? Stronger than he? No.... they had not become stronger, he realized of a sudden; so long he had lain in his prison of stone, so long had he shrunk in upon himself, hungry, starving, not feeding upon the rich fare of his lord. He had been weakened.

Now he was in danger, for these two were strong! It was not fair! They had no right to attack him when he was so weak!

I must pull away! Pull away!

He was surrounded. No! He must not be imprisoned again! He pulled back, wrenched against the binding, against the stinging points of power.

NO! I will be free!!

With a ghastly tearing, he had flung himself beyond their words; but at a cost. He had had to leave much of his strength tied to their spell words. He fled.

Where shall I go? I need to feed! The twin-souled one! And others with her now! So hungry!

He changed his course and flew through the darkness of the trees - a fearsome shadow before which the beasts cowered in their nightly rounds - across the darksome plains toward a tree-soul, a woman-soul, a few animals, and the twin-souled one. Famished, he sped on.

03-29-2006, 06:23 PM	#127
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	There they were. He could smell the strength of their souls. He was so, so hungry! It had been too long since he had feasted on such delectable fare. They stood before him as if sheep before the slaughterer. Oh no, they would not go under the knife of his kindness so gently. Not so quietly, not these. There was much teasing and spicing to be done with these two. Two! Ah, the pleasure! What was this? Two staves raised and placed tall in warding. It stung. No matter, merely the bite of an insect to one so deadly as himself. Hands raised, palms outward in warding. They barbed. That was annoying, as a stick hitting him in the face. No prisoners ever dared! Angered, he welled toward them. Syllables silently spoken, issuing sussurations of strength and wellness. They nicked! .... like pieces of metal tied into a whip! There were too many syllables! Too many little nicks, like a swarm of hornets. He flailed against them. Now the whispering gave away to spoken word. Louder, louder! The swarm grew and strengthened into darts flung against him. They were too strong! The darts had turned into myriad points of power in a woven spell that bound him in, cutting off all escape. No! It could not be! How could they have become so strong? Stronger than he? No.... they had not become stronger, he realized of a sudden; so long he had lain in his prison of stone, so long had he shrunk in upon himself, hungry, starving, not feeding upon the rich fare of his lord. He had been weakened. Now he was in danger, for these two were strong! It was not fair! They had no right to attack him when he was so weak! I must pull away! Pull away! He was surrounded. No! He must not be imprisoned again! He pulled back, wrenched against the binding, against the stinging points of power. NO! I will be free!! With a ghastly tearing, he had flung himself beyond their words; but at a cost. He had had to leave much of his strength tied to their spell words. He fled. Where shall I go? I need to feed! The twin-souled one! And others with her now! So hungry! He changed his course and flew through the darkness of the trees - a fearsome shadow before which the beasts cowered in their nightly rounds - across the darksome plains toward a tree-soul, a woman-soul, a few animals, and the twin-souled one. Famished, he sped on.